I have nothing but love for a blue sky
and how its glory opens up my mind.
How it shoos away grey thoughts
of color neutral, sleeping forests.
Oh blue sky.
If I had wings
I'd make you mine.
You'd be my canvas
and my feathers,
your delicate brushes.
Oh bright blue sky
If only I had time
to sit under you
and admire your clouds.
You wear them so well.
Instead in a monotone,
desaturated schedule
I march onward.
Only able to admire
for passing moments
inbetween places and times.
Blanketed by your sunlight.
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 2:46 PM UTC
I have nothing but love for a blue sky
and how its glory opens up my mind.
How it shoos away grey thoughts
of color neutral, sleeping forests.
Oh blue sky.
If I had wings
I'd make you mine.
You'd be my canvas
and my feathers,
your delicate brushes.
Oh bright blue sky
If only I had time
to sit under you
and admire your clouds.
You wear them so well.
Instead in a monotone,
desaturated schedule
I march onward.
Only able to admire
for passing moments
inbetween places and times.
Blanketed by your sunlight.